#Ever since that visit i have been so fucking hyper paranoid that i feel like i can barely function at times

[cosmiicfairy]

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#i really hate what being in the hospital did to me #The first hypertensive crisis i was scared but mostly okay. i stopped panicking after a week #The second one? Okay now I'm lokwy freaking out and obsessively checking my blood pressure but i didn't go to the hospital #The stomach probelms tbat sent me to the ER? that's what did me in #Ever since that visit i have been so fucking hyper paranoid that i feel like i can barely function at times #Every time something feels even /slightly/ off i start to panic and catastrophize what could be wrong #I'm so scared of being sick and dying and I'm so scared of people not believing me and blaming my symptoms on anxiety #Which might be true but i don't know #i hate the way i can literally feel my heart beating and how every few minutes it feels like it's beating too fast #I hate that I'm so aware of it when i never was before the adderall #ii just want to be healthy but it's like every time i turn around for the last 6 months something else has been wrong #Two hypertensive crises. a stomach issue that was affecting my heart that landed me in the ER for a second time this year #Followed by two straight weeks of vertigo. an ear infection. and now possibly a uti or kidney infection #that's not even diving into what's going on woth my teeth #I'm so wound up and scared that i can barely do anything at all and I'm able to tell myself I'm fine but what if I'm not #I've been doing everything possible lately to change my life around. I'm down nearly 20 pounds and yet month after month it's something new #i don't know what to do. i don't have the money for doctors. i don't have the pto. i just want to be healthy why am i constantly sick

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HCs for Todoroki, Deku, and Bakugou on their reactions when their (s/o) is ill, but trudges through their ailment to support these guys (despite the boys’ protests not to) in the Sports Festival and passes out in the audience due to the illness and fatigue, resulting in quarantine, please?

Sorry for the wait! God… you can really tell I don’t write for Bakugou enough by how off topic I am. I just have so much to say about this lovable dick that I don’t typically have the opportunity to 

Warnings: Cursing

Midoriya:

When you first began to show symptoms of sickness, Deku became a worrying mess and found himself slacking off on training despite the sports festival being so soon

Not that he really needed it, but it’s Deku

Like I said before, he’s a total worrywart. We know this about him! No matter what it is, he is an absolute anxious mess. You’d better not tell him that you came out to watch him anyways!

He knows how much it means to you, and while you got good seats as a result of being in general studies, you could always watch it from home! It was broadcasted nationally, and it’s not like you would miss anything; they did a pretty good job covering all of the details!

We’re gonna go with the scenario where you don’t tell him you came out to support him, because if you did he simply wouldn’t participate until you caved in. Deku is a chaotic force of good and more importantly, incredibly fucking stubborn. I know he’s a sweet boy, but good God he does NOT take no for an answer. Kid doesn’t listen for absolute shit!

In the middle of the festival, he notices a little bit of a commotion in the crowd but shrugs it off; he’s gotta make sure he impresses you, since you’re supposedly watching him on the television!

It’s not until afterwards that he hears about it, being informed that you’ve been put on quarantine as well

Let’s just say he is heartbroken. More than anything, he was looking forward to coming back to the dorms to pay you a visit and relax after a long, tiring day. With the sports festival off of his chest, he can take care of you without being so stressed about it… Except, that’s not the case

Since you’re contagious, you’ve been sent to your own house. That way the sickness doesn’t spread, and you can be properly taken care of

As soon as he gets permission to, he is on his way! ...Only to be greeted at the door by a family member who shoos him away, since you are quarantined after all

Deku would (impatiently) wait it out with you, trying to make it as easy as possible. He’ll run to all of your teachers collecting work, and even try to do some of it for you. He does spend a lot of time studying, after all, so you don’t have much to worry about

He had the next two days off after the tournament to recuperate and rest, which was spent almost entirely on FaceTime with you, showing you his new injuries (we all know it happened, the boy has no rationality), trying to help you with your makeup work by the tutoring the best way he can, and fawning over your tired but loving expression. Actually, mostly just that last part

Delivery man Deku! He’d pick up all of your favorite snacks, candies, and bottled drinks, then deliver them personally to your house. Being shooed away the last time though, he opts to leave them in a woven basket with a poorly tied bow and a note in the bottom, which is just for you

Todoroki:

While he would be worried about you, he ultimately believes that it’s your decision on what you do. If you wanna come to the sports festival and watch him he won’t stop you, but he can at least try and persuade you by telling you just how he feels about it

That’s not to say he isn’t disappointed, though. Like Deku, he wouldn’t know that you had passed out until after the festival; either because he’s so focused or even because he’s just too dense. It could even be a combination of both, knowing him

Shouto would be quick to chastise you, almost akin to Bakugou in the way he wastes no time in telling you just how you fucked up. However, he’s still timid and suffers from commitment issues stemming from insecurity and his upbringing. He’s just as quick to apologize, sighing and wishing you get wells from the bottom of his heart

The sports festival is long off of his mind by now; to be honest, he didn’t really care about it in the first place. Whether or not you saw it is beyond him, although he appreciates the thought

He knows better than to try and come see you while you’re quarantined, but he doesn’t really give two shits. If he gets sick that’s his own problem, so he won’t stand for being denied time with you; he’ll at least take precautions and wear a mask, though. 

Besides, you’re in this situation because of him. Even though he stands by his stance on this being your choice, he still feels deep down like it’s his fault

Shouto is sort of the awkward type in this stage of your relationship, so he won’t necessarily go out of his way for you. He’d gather your work for you since he’s still at the school, but if he’s unwelcome in your home due to the sickness he won’t fight it or show up again. 

Still yet though, he misses you and is worried more than he would like to admit. Lots of random calls and texts from him

He would spend all day looking for those cutesy heart edits and sending them to you, or finding shitty memes and teasing you over them, saying it reminded him of you

ONE MORE THING: He’s sappy as shit, and being inexperienced and sort of isolated from society in a way (he didn’t even know what a concert was) he’d try and stick to cheesy romantic ideals. This man would write you a whole ass poem to give to you with some chocolates whenever you returned to the dorms, waiting on your bed

Bakugou:

The most assertive in telling you to stay home. He’s hyper aware of your sickness and how it spread, but most importantly aware of how badly it’s going to affect you. Let him catch you coming anyways and he’ll kill you

Because he’s so knowledgeable on the topic, he’s easily the most worried by far. It’s not that he’s scared for your safety so much, but more so your general wellbeing. Katsuki is miserable whenever he’s sick, so the thought of you going through the same thing is almost agonizing for him

He acts like a total mom and you can’t change my mind on this. Also, I don’t agree with fanon Bakugou being arrogant and hateful towards his s/o. This man is putty in your hands, and although he acts annoyed at times he prioritizes making sure that you’re comfortable and know how he truly feels. He’s always had trouble communicating his feelings because of his relationship with his mother (we all love her but I will die on this hill) and as a result of it, is honestly terrified of fucking up and losing you by being too closed off

Anyways though, back to the point: he would be a total mom when you’re sick! Bossing you around, don’t do this, eat this, breathe some of this in, here, have some tea- It’s honestly exhausting having to listen to whatever miracle cure he’s concocted for you next, but you know he at least means well. He really does go above and beyond for his s/o, especially when they’re unwell. The most important part in a relationship to him is being able to lean on each other when you can’t stand up on your own, and by God he’ll carry you for as long as you need him to. Literally and figuratively 

I know I’m going off on a tangent but I just have so much to say about my interpretation of Bakugou: he’s the boyfriend who insists on trying to fix all of your problems instead of just listening to them, and it’s one of the most frustrating things

ALSO BAKUGOU DOES NOT, CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, CALL HIS S/O NAMES LIKE ‘IDIOT’ AND ‘BASTARD’. HE DRINKS HIS RESPECT (WOMEN) JUICE

Katsuki is very intuitive; even though you most likely lied about staying home to get him off your ass, it doesn’t take long for him to know that you’ve come anyways, and HOOOO BOY is he pissed (not that he’d ever take that aggression out on you, though. He’ll save that for the finals)

His head is swirling throughout nearly the entire tournament, and he’s thrown completely off of his game. On a typical day, he’d be trying to show off for you and flexing whenever he can while flawlessly demolishing his opponents, but this time he only makes it into the top ten

He can’t stop stealing glances into the stands, his mind wandering into the empty seat beside you and dying to know whether or not you’re okay, all while absolutely fuming. More than anything, he’s mad at himself. It’s been proven to us time and time again that he tends to blame himself for things, and takes it way too personally, to the point of being self destructive as a result of a sweltering, nasty inferiority complex

Immediately after the tournament, when he’s released and free to head back to the dorms and rest, he sits down in the locker room and calls your cell. Two times, three times, and finally four times with no response. Ok, now his heart rate is shot

By the time he finally comes into contact with you he’s in a cold sweat, brow furrowed in aggravation and concern; a strange mixture. Calm him down, let him know you’re alright, and assure him that you’re perfectly safe and comfortable at home, well taken care if

Once that’s over with, expect a lengthy lecture about the dangers of exposing yourself while you know you’re sick, thoroughly chastising you and expressing just how worried about you he truly is (Seriously guys, if you’re sick even in the slightest STAY HOME)

Like Deku, he would want to spend as much time with you as possible, even if it’s over FaceTime. He tends to be a little paranoid over germs, though, so since it’s not like you live together he won’t pay any visits to your house. Quarantine means business! 

However, though, he will prepare a nice little surprise in your dorm room for when you come back. A carefully decorated array of dried flowers, candies, and small snacks. Katsuki prides himself in all that he does and strives for perfection in every aspect of life; this is no exception. He lives to impress you!

Once you’ve beaten the worst of the sickness, he cracks down on you and will begin to act like he’s a professor on Zoom; man schedules FaceTime meetings between the two of you for him to catch you up on everything that you’ve missed. Let’s not forget, he’s at the head of his class and devotes a large portion of time and dedication into his academic studies

#mod josie #damn i kinda popped off about bakugo #what can i say... he doesnt get enough love on this blog #hcs #headcanons #bakugou #midoriya #deku #todorokii #katsuki bakugo fic #katsuki bakgou #katsuki bakugo #izuku midoriya #shouto todoroki #shoto todoroki #todoroki x reader #midoriya x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha hcs #bnha hc #boku no hero academia

[literaryspinster]

No Thanks. No Party Lights, A Titans Christmas fanfic

Click here for Part 1:  https://blackloislane.tumblr.com/post/180528931287/no-thanks-no-party-lights-a-titans-christmas

Part 2

Dick doesn’t tend to feel embarrassment. He’s never been wired that way. It’s part of the necessary confidence of being a costumed vigilante. But ever since coming back here it seems to be his primary emotion. To top it off, he found a way to make it worse on himself like the masochist he so often is. Standing in the hallway right now, with those three sets of eyes looking his way, he realizes that fucking his girlfriend within the first fifteen minutes of his long delayed visit was less than a wise decision, and also that he’d probably make the same one if he could go back.

Gar looks ready to explode with laughter, Rachel looks like she wants to disappear into the floor, Babs crosses her arms and taps her short fingernails against her bicep.

“Dick, a moment?” Babs says. She doesn’t wait for his response before she walks up to take him by the sleeve. “There’s Cocoa downstairs,” she announces behind her to the rest of them. Dick gives Kory a silent apology before Babs takes him further down the hallway and out of earshot.

“Wow,” Babs says.

“This doesn’t have to be a big deal,” He says, he can hear the defensive edge in his own voice. But he can’t explain himself any other way.

“I mean, it’s not a big deal, it’s just, you really wasted no time.”

What must she thinking right now? It can be any number of things. He hasn’t been normal since he stepped into the door, he’s barely been normal for 2 years, not to mention the 14 before that. Babs has always had her own way of navigating his sometimes elusive personality, she was usually the quickest of anyone to take it in stride, but it’s been too long, things have stacked up that need to be dealt with, and what more appropriate time to start was there?

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I know what I’m supposed to be here for.”

“You don’t have to apologize, not for that anyway.”

“I’m sorry for all of it, for disappearing.”

The corners of her lips turn up a bit, “I don’t blame you for disappearing, I get why you left this life behind, or at least I thought I did.”

“What does that mean?”

She looks down quickly at her feet, then again at him, and combs a tuft of red hair behind her ear. He was telling the truth when he said she wasn’t an ex, but there had been times over the years that they’d sort of danced around each other, before he left Gotham without a trace. Babs wasn’t the type to hold onto things like that, romance was always pretty low on her priorities list, still, it was naïve to think she’d be 100 percent cool with him now, especially after this.

“I thought you left because you wanted something more normal. And now you show up with two adopted teens with superpowers and a girlfriend from space, what exactly is normal about any of this?”

He looks at her frantically, grasping for her meaning. To know that Rachel and Gar had powers was one thing. It was a difference they carried that most people aware of the reality of powers could figure out. They may have told Babs themselves during the tour. But nobody knew where Kory came from but them and Donna, nobody was meant to know. The easiest way to keep her safe was to keep it to as few people as possible.

“What do you know about Kory?” he says.

She lets go of a breath, already a mini confession, and gives him an apologetic look. “Bruce did some digging after Jason told him about the people you had in his safe house.”

“What?” he says, the anger starting to flame again. Of course the crazy bastard would start a file on them. Batman hated not knowing as much as he could about everything and everyone. He’d even worked out a way to beat every member of the Justice League should any of them go rogue, and while Dick had always thought that was smart, it also highlighted just how little Bruce trusted anyone. Did he find a way to “beat” Kory too? Or Rachel and Gar?

“I’m sorry I have somewhere to be,” Dick says through clenched teeth before launching himself down the hall.

Getting to the Bat Cave was always sort of a convoluted process, involving lots of secret doors and special codes, and Dick wasn’t certain that the same method to it existed after two years, but he had to try. As mad as he was, he could have damn near clawed his way in. Luckily, the security measures had gone unchanged, all the way down to the old statue with the keypad beneath it. Or maybe luckily was the wrong word, maybe Bruce had some twisted reason for wanting him down there after all.

“Bruce!” He yells, creating a formidable echo in his old mentor’s base of operations. “I know you’re down here!”

Dick starts down the catwalk that hovers above the expanse of the cave, until he gets to the wall of screens on the other side. There Bruce sits, thankfully not in the Batsuit.

“Bruce?” Dick repeats before looking where the older man is looking. On all of the screens is the same picture, Jason, the kid who replaced him only to meet his far too early death at the hands of the Joker. The clown must have been the one to have taken the picture. In the shot, the boy’s mouth is gagged, he’s tied up, there are tears in his eyes and bruises on his face, and he’s looking at the camera like he’s pleading for help. 

Dick barely knew Jason, but he knew that he deserved better than the end of the Joker’s crowbar. And the sight of the kid’s bruised and helpless face multiplied over dozens of screens is enough to form a lump in his throat. Why does Bruce do this? Why does he drown himself in his own pain every chance he gets? Dick came down to confront him about Kory and the others, and he plans to when his anger returns, but for now, he only feels pity.

“Come upstairs Bruce,” Dick says, almost demands. “I came here to see you, the least you can do is come upstairs.”

Bruce turns his head to look at him. It’s the first time they’ve looked at each other in so long, and Dick feels like he has nothing to say and everything to say at once.

“I didn’t think you’d show,” Bruce says.

“I didn’t think I would either.”

Bruce stands up, and Dick hopes for a fleeting moment that he’ll turn the screens off, but he leaves them on as he goes to meet Dick.

“You’re taller than I remember,” Bruce says.

Dick nearly groans in frustration, but bites it back. “No I’m not. You don’t forget things Bruce.”

“Just making conversation.”

“Does that mean you’re coming?”

Bruce glances for a moment at the crisp Armani blazer draped over the back of his chair and goes to pick it up, a yes. Finally a yes.

Dinner is mostly quiet, but not the awkward sort of quiet Dick was expecting. It’s more the deep, thoughtful kind, as if they’re all just taking each other in again. But he notices the way Bruce looks at Kory, and it makes it hard to stay in the headspace of wanting to catch up. Rachel and Gar are at least partially human, but Kory is something else, and with that comes inherent suspicion. Dick wants to fight about it, to defend her, but he also wants Bruce to stay upstairs, in the moment with all of them. He wants him to heal.

After dinner, everyone gathers in the living room around the tree. Gar immediately goes to talk to Bruce, presumably to ask him about the Ferraris, and Rachel sits with Alfred and Babs, enjoying another hot chocolate with extra chili powder, her favorite.

He watches them all while Kory sits in his lap. He wants her there in spite of the commotion earlier, things are better when she’s close, and it’s not like there are any secrets between them all now.

“You’re so quiet,” she says. “You’re not hiding something are you? Because I thought we were past that.”

He smiles up at her before preparing to stand, trusting that she’ll follow. He takes her hand then to lead her out to the balcony. If he’d taken her anywhere within the house they’d automatically assume the worst, but also, out there is the best place to look at the snow coming down, pure white against the night sky.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he says when they get outside. “And there’s something I should probably tell you—

“Bruce knows I’m an alien,” she says, cutting him off.

“How did you know that?”

“Rachel got it off of Babs, you know, the half demon way.”

He pulls her closer, a reassurance. She’s so warm against him on the freezing cold balcony, he wants to sink all the way into her. “I’m going to talk to him.”

“Leave it,” she says. “You already told me all about your hyper paranoid adoptive father who’s also the world’s greatest detective. Do you think a part of me didn’t see this coming?”

“He invaded your privacy.”

“No, actually he invaded yours, I'm just a part of it. Besides, maybe it’s a good thing it’s all on the table, maybe this is a first step to getting to know each other again. That’s what you wanted right?”

“Yes but…”

“If you want to tell him off you know I’m in your corner. But if it were up to me I’d rather just have a nice Holiday now and deal with all of the family drama later. I have actual superpowers. I don’t need you to protect me from Batman.”

“I feel a little roasted by that statement.”

“You were meant to,” She giggles and goes to kiss him. His lips, nearly numb from the cold, start to melt under hers and he twists his fingers into her sweater, wanting desperately to take it off again but knowing that he can’t. Tonight, when it’s time for everyone to go to sleep, he’s going to do it again, slower this time, as slow as they can possibly stand. He wants to have her forever and he’ll start with all night long.

“What, still trying to get me out of my ridiculous sweater?” she says, pulling away. “Have you learned nothing?”

He laughs, a little louder and longer than usual, then he fixes his eyes on her as hard as he can, taking her in. He remembers the first time he ever saw her, how much brighter she seemed than anything else in his world. He knew from the beginning that he wanted to take her against the closest available surface, but he didn’t know the rest, that he’d end up needing her and wanting her at the same time, in a way that only got stronger the more time passed.  

“You look fucking adorable,” he says. He kisses her again, even harder this time, hard enough to hurt in that good way.  And he pulls away, not knowing what he’s going to say until he does.

“And I love you.”

As soon as the words come, he forgets why it was ever so hard in the first place. It feels like the most normal, natural thing in the world, and yet she lights up brighter than the crown on her candy colored hair. She takes his face in her hands and kisses his breath away.

“Thank you,” she says with a smile.

He deserves that.

They go back inside before Dick freezes to death, and for the first time since he arrived here, it feels the way Christmas is supposed to feel. Gar and Rachel come up to them, both brimming with something to say.

“Bruce says I can drive his Ferrari tomorrow morning if I keep it in the driveway and stay under 30 miles an hour, please don’t ruin this for me Dick, just say yes and I promise I’ll never ask for another thing.”

“We both know that isn’t true, but sure,” Dick says.

“Awesome!” Gar says, pumping his fist once.

“And Alfred gave me his cocoa recipe,” Rachel says. “We’re so stopping to buy some muscovado sugar and Aleppo pepper on the way home, just a head’s up, this could get expensive.”

“Not to worry, I’ll send you home with some of both,” Alfred says from his position in front of the tree.

“You’re the real hero Alfred, never forget it,” Rachel says with a casual wink.

They talk between themselves for a while longer, until Commisioner Gordon calls Babs up to tell her he’s done with the holiday shift and she takes her leave to spend the rest of Christmas Eve with her dad. Dick hugs her goodbye and promises not to be a stranger this time. 

Throughout the night Dick repeatedly looks at Bruce, at the sadness in the man’s eyes until at some point he can’t help going up to him. Kory doesn’t want to make this into a thing, and he won’t let it come to that, but something needs to be said, if only so Bruce can know exactly where they all stand.

“I know what you know, about Kory, that she came from somewhere else. And I know how you know it.”

“Dick it wasn’t personal, I’ve always gone after intel on those with significant abilities.”

“It’s personal to me Bruce. She forgives you, which means I forgive you, but if you want me to be a part of your life again, you can’t just do whatever you want when it comes to me and the people I love. I don’t belong to you anymore, not like that.”

The light from the fireplace flickers over Bruce’s handsome, weary face, and the older man sips his brandy before opening his mouth to speak again. “I can’t make any promises, but you’re here, and I want to do what I can to make us good again Dick, as good as we can be.”

“I want that too, and for that to happen you have to know how I feel about her,” Dick looks over the room at Kory, standing by the tree, looking as beautifully wrapped as the rest of the gifts. “She’s my family now too.”

“Well that can only be a positive. If I know one thing it’s the value of family, I respect it.”

“I know you do, after what happened with Jason…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, he can tell by the look on Bruce’s face that there is nothing good or helpful to attach to the end of it. Jason is dead, and it will never be okay. Dick reaches out a hand to Bruce’s shoulder.

“Merry Christmas Bruce.”

“Merry Christmas Dick.”

 When the night is over, Rachel and Gar go to their guest rooms to sleep, Alfred heads to his quarters, and Bruce goes back to his cave like Dick feared he would. But it means something that he came up for a while, had a brandy, promised Gar some time behind the wheel, and spent Christmas with them the best he could. He’ll never be as good at being Bruce Wayne as he is at being Batman, it’s something Dick has always accepted. If Bruce forgives himself for Jason one day, it isn’t out of the realm of possibility that they’ll fight side by side again, just once or twice for old time sake.

Right now though, it’s time for Dick to keep the silent promise he made to himself, to undress Kory again the second they shut themselves into his room. And he takes his time now. He uses his mouth and his fingers in whatever places she needs to make those sounds that he loves, and he rejoices in her touching him back, she’s just so good at it, always knowing where to linger, for how hard and for how long.

She was right about his room, there was never any of him in it, but right now, with her on his bed, open and loving and willing as ever, it feels like he belongs here. She climbs onto his lap and takes him all the way in, and he wraps his arms tight around her as they start to move together. She always tells him how good he feels inside of her, but he knows he can make it even better. Without warning, he attaches his mouth to her nipple, making her shiver and cry out softly.

“Say it again,” she says, her voice bouncing along with the rest of her.

He removes his mouth from her breast, and stares up at her face, his beautiful Koriand’r, his Tamaranean princess, “I love you Kory,” he says, even easier than the first time.

“I love you, too,” and she kisses him deep, and they continue into the night as the snow drifts past the windows.

The next morning, or at least what Dick thinks is the next morning considering it’s still dark out, he wakes up to her straddling his lap and staring down at him. She’s still naked aside from her panties, her thigh high socks, and that blinking light crown in her hair. He checks the bedside clock, it’s five in the morning.

“Merry Christmas,” she says.

“Baby, it’s five AM.”

“I know, I wanted to wake you up sooner but you just looked so peaceful,” she combs his bangs out of his eyes with her fingers. “But Bruce is loaded and Alfred seems like he has impeccable taste in gifts, so needless to say I’m highkey excited about opening some of those big ass boxes down there.”

He chuckles and scratches his forehead before putting both hands on her hips.

“Come here,” he says.

And she bends at the waist to collide her full, soft lips against his, to let him run his hands up and down her smooth back and tangle his fingers in her long hair.

“We should get down there,” she says, sitting back up.

“I’m sure everyone’s still asleep.”

And with perfect timing, there’s a knock on the heavy door, and not a gentle one.

“Dick!” Rachel says from the hallway, her voice even louder than their too loud for 5 am knocking.

“Dick, wake up” Gar chimes in. “Get up, time for rich guy presents, and Kory I know you’re in there too, come on guys.”

“Well, that answers that question,” Dick says. “I guess now’s as good a time as any.”

They climb out of bed then, one more reluctantly than the other, and prepare to start their day. Maybe they can stay for a while after presents, Gar has to take his test drive after all, and whatever Alfred’s making for breakfast has to be worth it. Besides, the snow is perfect around Wayne Manor, and the best revenge on Kory, Rachel and Gar for waking him up at the ass crack of dawn is the most brutal snowball assault they’ve ever known. He can hardly wait.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays folks!

#dickkory #dickkory fanfic #dick grayson #kory anders #rachel roth #garfield logan #starfire #nightwing #beast boy #raven

[gasterimagines]

Undertale

- Sans, along with Alphys, became Gaster’s apprentices - Sans was 16, Gaster was 25 - And Sans developed the biggest gayest crush - Gast had been his idol for all five years that he’d been the Royal Scientist - Sans’ admiration turned into attraction the very first time they met - In his thesis papers, Gast had always sounded so formal and stuffy - In person, Sans quickly learned that he’s an adorably anxious dork - As well as tall and cute and god he has such pretty eyes - Gast never noticed the crush because firstly, Sans was underage - His feelings towards his apprentices were purely platonic, though he still loved them both very much - But he was also too busy pining over Asgore - Who turned Gaster down because he was still in love with Toriel - Who wanted nothing to do with her ex-husband ever again - So pretty much no one is happy - Sans pushed his feelings down and pretended they didn’t exist - And for a long time, he thought he’d gotten over it - But when Gaster died, he realized he’d been terribly wrong - No one remembered Gaster had ever existed - Except for Sans - Even he forgot sometimes - This is why he hid that picture of him, Alphys, and Gaster posing together in front of one of their projects - And wrote ‘DON’T FORGET’ across it - It’s the only picture of Gaster left - He’s disappeared from everything else, yet somehow this photo has remained untouched - Sans worked tirelessly to bring his mentor back: Resets, Saves, time travel, opening the Void - Nothing ever worked - It was a huge slap in the face, albeit an enormous relief, when Gast suddenly popped back into existence as Frisk broke the barrier - All those emotions Sans had been trying to repress return at full force - But now is not a good time to act on them - Gaster is severely traumatized, scared, and in great need of a friend - And Sans is there - It’s possible that something more could develop, they’re both adults now - They’ve endured countless Resets, watching helplessly as their timeline was destroyed over and over again - Gaster cried every time Sans was killed in the judgment room - It’s not exactly something they can bond over, but they do help each other heal from their respective experiences and grow closer because of it

Underfell

- Sans thinks Gaster is the biggest asshole ever to exist - And he’s not wrong! But he can’t bring himself to hate him - They have a certain amount of respect for one another - In this universe, Sans never took an interest in science - He devoted all his time to protecting Papyrus - But as they aged, it was easy to see that Papyrus didn’t need protecting anymore - While still ridiculous and overdramatic, Paps is strong enough to defend himself - Their roles switch, now Sans is the one who needs help - His HP is pathetically low, his attacks barely do any damage, and he has no idea what self care is - It’s a miracle he’s survived this long while also raising a child - He and his brother get into an argument - Sans is sick of being treated like he’s helpless - Papyrus insists he’s only trying to do what’s best, but his rebuttals are a little…loud - When he’s tired of getting screamed at, Sans storms out the door to take a walk and cool down - It’s the first time he’s been out on his own in months - Of course, he’s almost immediately attacked - Things are looking grim when Gaster happens along and blasts the fuck out of Sans’ opponent - He normally wouldn’t interfere, but Sans looks awfully young - Gast will never admit that he hates to see children in pain - Sans doesn’t even have time to say anything before his savior walks away - Deciding not to push his luck, he returns home and soon forgets about the whole interaction - They meet again a few years later, when Papyrus has made it into the Royal Guard - Sans accompanies his brother to a sparring practice, and it just so happens that the king and his Royal Scientist are taking a walk through the courtyard - It takes some time before Sans works up the courage to approach Gaster - But once he does, they form an unsteady acquaintanceship - Wouldn’t exactly call it a friendship, more like a ‘I have no urge to kill or maim you’ sort of thing - Things don’t get real until they get drunk together - Gaster would never stoop so low as to drink socially - Except this time he went to visit Grillby and got roped into it - It’s late, the bar is empty, and Sans starts to let some things slip - They’re discussing Papyrus, and a very drunk Sans tells the whole story of their childhood - Their parents had been neglectful, so Sans scooped up his baby brother and took off at the first opportunity - They’d barely managed to survive on their own - Gaster, being not so drunk, is stunned - There are obvious parallels to his own past - But he hadn’t been able to save his little brother before running away - Sans ends up blacking out with no recollection of the night, while Gaster never forgets what he was told - In some miraculous twist of fate, Gaster feels legitimate empathy for Sans and begins to care about him - But outwardly, he’s still a jerk - He just doesn’t know how to be nice lmao

Underswap

- Gaster sits on his boat, patiently waiting for a passenger - And along comes this bright blue, 4 foot blur that appears out of nowhere and hops on board - Gaster is briefly startled before realizing it's just a smol, hyper skeleton - He asks for a destination, but it turns out that Sans just wants to talk - Nobody knows much about the Ferryman - He’s mysterious, cryptic, and not all that social - So naturally, Sans is determined to befriend him - Gaster humors him - He takes Sans on rides and endures the endless chatter - They have some nice conversations, though it’s mostly Sans babbling about various things while Gaster replies with ‘hm’s and ‘interesting’s - Sans asks all sorts of questions about Gaster’s life, his job, his favorite color, whether he prefers vanilla or chocolate nice cream- but he doesn’t get many answers - It takes a while before Gaster starts using full sentences - And soon, he’s asking questions in return - He’s curious to know why Sans wants to be a guard so badly - For the first time since they’ve met, Sans doesn’t have anything to say - He goes quiet for a while - Gaster, feeling guilty for bringing him down, hastily apologizes and offers to help him train - Sans bounces right back to normal and tackle hugs him, immediately accepting - Be careful, you’ll break the old man’s back - The training turns out to be harder than Sans expected - Rather than focusing on attacks, Gaster prioritizes defensive maneuvers - Sans has trouble keeping up - Dodging Gaster’s magic is like a hellish game of dodgeball where the other team has fifty people and you’re on your own - And the dodgeballs are actually knives - Sans gradually improves - Very gradually - Gaster’s not sure if Sans could ever make it as a guard, but supports him all the same

Outertale

- Sans is a servant at the palace - He’d tried to land an internship at the laboratory, but his commoner status destroyed any chance of that happening - Seeing as no one else has the patience for it, he’s been assigned as Gaster’s personal assistant - It’s a very...demanding job - He has to sacrifice countless hours catering to Gaster’s every whim - This includes fetching his slippers, writing letters, bringing his tea, telling him if he looks good in the outfit he’s picked out (he always says yes, regardless of how tacky Gast’s entire wardrobe is) - Sans never says much unless he’s asked to speak - But Gast isn’t that shallow - He pays him well for the overtime, gives him presents on holidays, asks about his personal life - Gast loves hearing about Papyrus - He’s actually a bit jealous - Sure, he’s got money, but Gaster never knew his family - He was taken in by Asgore as a baby, shortly after his parents died - He wants what Sans has - Over time, they begin to treat each other like brothers - Gaster is older, yet Sans is the more mature one - ‘you do not need another cape.’ ‘But I only have seven!’ ‘dings. no.’ - Gast eventually gets to meet Papyrus - And is horrified by the conditions he and Sans are forced to live in - He’s never been to the poorer part of the city before - Though Sans strongly argues against it, Gast insists that they come live in the palace - There are plenty of rooms to spare - And after a brief conversation with the king, there are two new princes in the court - Asgore loves adopting children okay

Mertale

- Gaster is a bit of a recluse, even among his own people - He’s sort of like a hermit who’s harmless but rarely seen - When he does mingle with the public, it’s usually because he’s bored - His curiostiy often gets him into trouble - While wandering around in search of something to do, he sees a skeletal mermonster nearby - And so, naturally, he follows him - Sans has the distinct feeling he’s being watched, but no one is in sight - Gaster makes it into a game of sorts - He sees how close he can get without being noticed, completely unaware that this it’s creepy - He thinks it’s all good fun! - Sans is starting to think he’s gone paranoid - It becomes a daily activity - Eventually, Gaster gets bored of just watching and finally reveals himself - He walks right up to Sans and offers him a shiny rock - Sans isn’t sure whether to smile or run for his life - He tentatively accepts the gift and, with it, Gaster’s offer of friendship - Instead of meeting with him like any normal person would do, Gaster likes to visit Sans’ home in the dead of night and poke him until he wakes up - Or ‘borrow’ some of Sans’ belongings so he’ll come to Gaster to get them back - It’s not long before the poor skel is exhausted - Putting up with this takes a lot of energy - But he knows Gast’s just...eccentric - And he means well - So Sans does his best to be a good friend, no matter how exasperating it is

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